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~*~*~*~*Harry Potter and the Secret Link*~*~*~*~

~*~*~*~*Capricious Purple Clarity*~*~*~*~

~*~*~*~*Chapter Nine*~*~*~*~

He fidgeted.

Waiting was, apparently, not a strong point of his. To fill
the boredom? Why, he did what he did best!

Talked like a drugged chipmunk.

“Flity taught me this wicked charm that can get the charmee to
laugh uncontrollable, you think I could use that on Hee-chan
or Trowa, because seriously those two need to just relax every
once in a blue moon, they’re so uptight, do you think it has
something to do with the sticks permanently wedged up their
butts?-“

How did a drugged chipmunk talk, anyway? Well, in the
metaphorical sense of the analogy. Some people had really bad
reactions to drugs, like him; drugs were about the only
possible way to shut him up for more than an hour. Of course,
after that hour he started to talk to imaginary things, so
maybe it wasn’t such a successful way of actually shutting him
up.

“-Potions class was really interesting today, I think Sev was
too weary to teach me something as potentially dangerous as an
Aging Potion because one wrong move, one slightly different
ingredient and POW! you have a De-Aging Potion instead, or a
tool for inter-dimensional travel and if you get the latter,
well, you’re totally screwed, I’ll tell you that right now-“

Now that he thought of it, a gag might have been the best way
to shut him up, but even then he’d be trying to talk around
the gag. He’d done so before, but it was kind of unpleasant
considering the gag got soaked and his own dribble started to
drip down his chin. Boy, wasn’t that the most humiliating and
degrading experience ever!

“-personally I think the dimensional travel thing would be
kind of cool, but then you have to wonder how you’d get back
to this dimension, which is totally uncool, and can you
believe how good this pumpkin juice is because I tell you now
that I’ve never had anything as pleasantly sweet as this,
isn’t that just weird because I’ve tried everything at least
once-“

Speaking of humiliating and degrading... That whole debacle,
with the getting captured by the bad guys, getting pummeled to
a pulp, and then being saved by the Perfect Soldier himself
didn’t exactly inspire confidence within himself. And that
whole dying from the depravity of oxygen thing, which
strangely, he felt a little like he had that time with Wufei.

“-but the British love of grease does not match my palate,
which is also a surprise because even Quatre will tell you I’m
like a human vacuum cleaner, sucking up every food particle I
can find, but some of you probably don’t know what a vacuum
cleaner is-“

“Do you ever shut up?” griped the Irish boy, what’s his name,
Finnigan? Duo gave him a poker-faced look before continuing
his litany of nonsense and ramble.

Snape, passing by the table at that exact point, actually...
snickered? Couldn’t be right; a rusty snort of disapproval?
More up Snape’s alley.

Hermione watched, absolutely fascinated as he spoke and ate
and laughed without the apparent need of oxygen, because he
never stopped long enough to take the required intake of air
for that.

Quatre sat beside Duo, calmly pinching off a portion of a
buttered roll, nodding at all the proper moments and agreeing
or disagreeing whenever the subject required it, as if he was
actually... listening to Duo. To which no one else had really
done when they realized that Duo wasn’t even bothering to put
pauses and hesitations where periods, exclamation marks, or
question marks were supposed to go.

“-I can’t believe Minnie took ten points off my grade the
other day just because my ant to anteater thing was blue, I
mean, I can’t help it if everything I try to transfigure is
blue, it just happens, I don’t know what to do about it, do
you think it’s a condition I have because I’m not particularly
fond of blue, well, except for Prussian blue, but black
spandex has to go with it until I even consider-“

“By the way, did you send-?”

“Of course, Quatre, I’m not a complete airhead, I know when
something is so important-“

“I just... can’t wait to see him. Them. Him and them.”

Duo practically cooed, “Aww, is Q-bean missin’ his favorite
circus clown? I don’t blame you, actually. It’s...” Finally,
finally Duo was actually talking normally. “It’s weird, not
having Wufei here to give me the dirty look from hell when I
go on and on about this or that, or to have Heero stare at me
and let me ramble until I’m tired and can ramble no more. And
Trowa, man, he’s a good listener. Says what matters, that guy.
He never beats around that bush.”

Hermione, done with her supper, leaned slightly and planted
her elbows on the table, eyebrows cocked in interest. “Are
they your friends?”

“You bet! The best,” Duo laughed, and everyone within hearing
range seemed to pause in their conversations to listen, once
again, to the chestnut-haired boy. “They’ve-well, all of us-we
have a certain dynamic, I guess you can say. We’re dynamite
together. Trowa’s quiet, kind of blends in with the crowd, but
if you know him well enough, he’s the first person you see in
a line of bland people. He’s like a placid lake; yeah, that
sounds about right. All calm and collected on a still night,
but he can be like churning water during a storm, too, even
when he keeps that air of placidity.

“Wufei’s like burning fire-a true hero searching for truth,
justice,” oddly, Duo’s lips tilted into a grin as he exchanged
amused glances with Quatre, “and the American pie. Or the
Chinese cream of sum yung guy, in this case- kidding, kidding!
More like Tso chicken. Well, he’s more like Tso chicken,
anyway. All bland appearances, the typical Chinese dish, and
wam! Take a bite, he’s full of kick-ass, spicy flavoring. Take
that the wrong way and die, buster.” Duo pointed at Seamus,
who, by the snickering, had already taken it the wrong way.

“Heero... he’s a block of ice, that one. The kind of ice
that’s so cold it burns. He’s the serious one, calculating
and... amazing. He’s... hard to describe, actually, but
hearing him laugh is like, well, ice on a hot sunny day, all
melting and taking away the burn of the heat. He’s amazing.

“And Quat here,” he waved a hand at his present friend,
smiling, “is all heart. The heart of the group, I think. He’s
tactical, always trying to find the least harmful solution,
the peace. He can befriend the people no one is willing to
befriend without hesitation. Mr. Nice Guy on the outside, but
inside is one of the cleverest minds I know. He’s... beating,
alive, the strongest organ of us. The one that keeps us
existing and together.”

Quatre smiled at his friend, a one-thousand watt smile that
could light the entire school alone.

Hermione was quiet. Harry, thoughtfully staring like many of
the others, murmured, “What about you, Duo?”

It was the first time they’d ever seen Duo Maxwell falter.
“What about me?...” It sounded more of a question to himself
than a diversion tactic. Like he’d never really figured out
how he was a part of the group... or like how he’d never even
considered figuring it out.

Quatre was silent for all but a moment before he answered,
“Duo is wind.” The braided boy looked questioningly at his
blonde friend, and Quatre smiled again. “He’s strong, a force
to be reckoned with, for sure... but playful, like a breeze in
the fall, teasing the golden and crimson leaves from their
failing perches. Or a relieving breeze in the apex of summer,
tossing the hair from sticky, sweaty foreheads to dry the
perspiration from hot skin. He’s... completely Duo.”

Duo’s amethyst eyes hid behind closed eyelids for all but a
moment, a sad yet happy smile tilting his lips momentarily
before the teasing grin fell back into place. He looked at the
rest of the table, a wicked look in his eyes as he said, “Or a
break of wind, all smelly and unpleasant.”

Whatever tension could have existed, Duo easily decapitated
it, bringing those who were listening-and, surprisingly, even
a few Hufflepuffs within hearing distance-to exploding
laughter and giggles, earning himself several slaps on the
back and affirmation that sometimes he could be that, too.
Quatre Winner smiled tolerantly to his friend; underneath that
smile was the insistence that everything the blonde had said,
he believed true.

Duo returned the smile with a brilliance unmatched by anything
Hermione had ever witnessed.

She turned to Harry, planning to ask him something-homework,
schoolwork, it didn’t matter about what she wanted when she
soon forgot-and she paused. Harry’s face was a mask of
ponderous wonder, unblinking, unfocused eyes staring somewhere
around the vicinity of the salt shaker. Suddenly those green
eyes snapped back into focus and he closed his eyes,
shuddering violently before murmuring an incoherent excuse and
leaving the table. No one paid attention to his untouched meal
or his premature leave.

She watched him leave, knowing that somehow his mood had
something to do with Duo’s friends.

----------

Voldemort was... ecstatic. And things that made Voldemort
happy never bode well for Harry.

He’d known, somehow, that he couldn’t have one peaceful year
without something dramatic or frightening happen. Sometimes he
was thoroughly surrounded by an air of naive hope that this
year was the year that Voldemort -or the universe, in general-
didn’t spoil it with mystery, intrigue, and adrenalin-pumping
fear-slash-determination. But no, it always seemed to come
back to Voldemort, one way or another.

What could it be this time? It had been so quiet aside from
Quatre’s sudden appearance and Duo’s... well, Duo’s existence,
mostly. He still couldn’t seem to place just what was so
familiar about that mobile suit Quatre had been near when
Harry had found him. It wasn’t like anything he remembered
seeing from OZ, but... Then again, he wasn’t too interested in
the muggle world, even if he lived in it. The Dursleys never
really kept him up-to-date on the happenings of the muggle
world, nor did they care to.

Once, he had the niggling suspicion that Quatre and Duo might
have been spies sent from Voldemort’s camp, but the thought
left him feeling doubtful. Quatre seemed to honestly be a good
person, and Duo... well, half the time Harry didn’t know
anything about the long-haired teenager with the happy
amethyst eyes. He’d worried over it, after hearing Duo’s
violent blow-up in the Infirmary that night Quatre informed
him of something bad. Harry hadn’t known what any of it was
about, but... the way Duo reacted made it sound especially
important to the boy.

Betrayal. Something painful enough that Duo had said horrible
things that sounded like he would have eagerly signed up as a
future Death Eater in training.

Then Quatre had revealed that he was an empath, and there was
that conversation about Voldemort... Duo seemed adamant about
being against everything Voldemort stood for. It was so
confusing...

A muffled sound caught his attention, and he turned sharply in
the direction of the alien sounds before pulling his
Invisibility Cloak from the recesses of his backpack, quickly
donning the silky material.

----------

“How in the world?...”

Heero quickly analyzed the bronze key carefully laid across
his palm, feeling something... strange -alien- about the
object, but nothing indicating an advanced transportation
device, no microchip designs, no strange wiring... just a key.
He clutched the small, bronze object in his hand again, simply
as an experiment.

Nothing. No jolt behind his navel, nor was there an off-balanced sense of displacement. Just a key, rapidly warming in
his clenched fist.

Trowa drew his fingers lightly over the cold stone walls,
making note of the barren walls and the crackling fire in a
large fireplace, also considering two long royal purple
couches with four matched sets of chairs. In the center was a
simple mahogany coffee table, three cups of steaming liquid
set precisely on white porcelain saucers, set alongside the
table in front of one of the couches.

“Very old,” he commented blankly, his eyes never straying from
the coffee table. “Medieval, perhaps older.”

Heero narrowed his eyes slightly, coming to the same
conclusion as Trowa. Possibly a castle, maybe a dungeon... but
no, not a dungeon for he did not sense any impending danger.

“I’m aiming for ‘older’,” Wufei remarked suddenly, also eyeing
the walls and floor with analytical precision. “The mortar
doesn’t crumble... this was carved from stone.” He gave them
significant looks. “Together. It’s as if someone found a large
rock and carved a precise, equally dimensional room from the
inside.”

Heero easily processed this information with a slight nod, and
after hesitating slightly, he slid a folded piece of parchment
from under the teapot.

Hey guys,

No, you haven’t been captured by the government or any rebel
groups. Yes, this place is really old. And no, you cannot idly
(snerk!) wander around to look for us! Believe it or not, this
place is a school. I can’t explain it now, but we will as soon
as we sneak away from dinner. A good dinner. With really good
food, surprisingly enough. (Don’t worry, we’ll bribe the Dream
Team into sneaking us into the kitchens for you later!)

I can safely say that this letter doesn’t need to be coded in
any way. Everyone here is cool; if they aren’t, then they
don’t know about the room you’re in now. It’s hard to explain
(what isn’t?), so Heero, if you’ll please refrain from
immediately taking hostages or harassing any random person you
find, and Trowa, if you’ll consider not integrating into the
student body this second, we’ll be there as soon as we can.
(Even if you do decide to sneak around posing as a student, I
think it’ll be a bit harder than you expect; I know you won’t
have the particular “uniform” we use.) Wufei, again, I trust
you to keep those two within the limits. For now, at least.

Don’t be surprised if you see someone wander in before you see
us-me and Quatre, that is. Don’t freak out. If he or she is
old, he or she is possibly a teacher. In any case, ask for
names first, and anyone named in this letter is perfectly all
right: Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape. If he or she is our
age, he or she might possibly be a Gryffindor. Ron Weasley,
Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter come to mind. Then again,
Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin, is a bit too curious for his own
good as well.

I know you may be angry with me for not contacting you soon
after I metaphorically disappeared off the face of the world
(and that analogy is too close to the truth, actually), but
believe me when I say that it took a lot of time to process
what I have to tell you. If my suspicions are correct, I think
we’re all in for a big change in our lives.

Heero, there’s an object lying between the cushions of the
first chair on the right from where you’re standing. It’s a
“stick” exactly ten and a quarter inch long, polished ebony
wood. I want you to CAREFULLY extract this object, place the
object on the table, and leave it alone. Wufei, don’t let
those two take it apart. On second thought, NONE of you take
it apart. I will kill you in the most bloodiest of fashions if
you guys do. That’s our excuse for escaping dinner you’re
wielding there.

Give us a few minutes,

Duo (and Quatre!)

Heero folded the letter carefully, his eyes focusing on a
point in his peripheral vision. The entire purpose of his
reading the letter aloud was not to “keep his fellow Gundam
pilots up-to-date.”

It was to attract the attention of something else in the room.
Even as he began to read his friends were edging cautiously to
where they “sensed” the spectator; however, no matter how
often they reassured themselves that nothing was there...
something proved them wrong.

Wufei nodded grimly and lifted his gun blindly at head level.
The sound of the gun being cocked resonated around them all.

Then, quietly, a voice sounded, calm and resigned. “Don’t
shoot.” Heero didn’t blink when he suddenly saw a shimmer in
the air directly around Wufei’s aim. He swore he saw a faint
outline of a figure...

“Yes, of course, what am I thinking?” Wufei mocked solemnly,
never wavering from his stance, prepared to support the kick
of the gun should he have to use it. “Why, it’s not like
you’ve secretly interrupted something and rudely listened in
on our conversation.”

“Maybe, but you knew I was in here when you began to analyze
the walls.”

“On that note, you’re invisible.” Trowa moved forward, coming
close to the shimmery figure. “We won’t waste our time with
the how. Just reveal yourself.”

Immediately the shimmer intensified before the boy appeared, a
silver cloak held reluctantly out for Trowa. Emerald green
eyes shaded by round, black-framed glasses and a mop of messy
unkempt hair akin to Heero’s own messy locks. His scrawny
appearance in his strange garb was too inaccurate to go by; if
anything, the boy looked fast. The black-haired boy was
approximately 5"6, or 167 centimeters tall according to the
British geometric system, which was apparently where they
were. Peru to England in a millisecond? It’s like breaking all
laws of physics within the span of five minutes. Not.
Possible.

Another part of his mind said knowingly, And completely
something Duo would find out how to do.

Heero found that a lot of things weren’t possible this day
when Wufei, having inspected the cloak Trowa had handed him,
cooly announced that the cloak was just that-a cloak.

Heero joined in the staring contest as the three present
Gundam pilots surrounded the stranger.

Seemingly unnerved by the staring, the boy shifted. “I’m Harry
Potter, a friend of Duo’s.” He shrugged suddenly, as if not
particularly caring either way if he was shot or not. “You
must be Hee-chan, Chammy, and Fei.”

The Chinese boy glanced at Heero irritably. “Does Maxwell have
a disorder that inhibits his ability to remember anyone’s real
name?”

“At least he found one for Trowa,” the Perfect Soldier intoned
levelly, keeping half of his attention on Harry Potter. He
knew he should trust Duo’s judgement about this boy, yet there
was something oddly... distinctive about him. As if the boy
were on edge, or prepared for an attack...

“He was agonizing over it during Charms,” Harry informed them
nonchalantly. “Someone mentioned her sister’s pet chamaeleon,
ergo, the birth of a nickname. Said he didn’t want you to be
disappointed when you came to visit him,” he said to the ever-silent Trowa. When Potter didn’t receive any sort of
acknowledgment from him, he turned to inspect the room
minutely. “Portkey, right?”

The three exchanged disguised glances. “What, exactly, is a
Portkey?” asked Wufei stiffly.

“A device capable of transporting a person or a group of
people from one place to another despite distance and time,”
Potter said offhandedly before a look of horror spread across
his face. He buried his face in his hands. “And I can’t
believe I just read off a textbook definition. Oh, the shame.”

“Are you going Hermione on us, Harry?”

That voice. Heero turned and, for once in a very long while,
smiled slightly. Trowa was a step ahead of him, actually
taking a brisk step toward the familiar laughing blond to wrap
his arms around him, pulling him close as the blond buried his
own face into Trowa’s shoulder.

Duo’s wide grin seemed contagious as similar copies tried to
spread across Heero and Wufei’s faces instantaneously, but
both managed to smother those grins into a petite smile and a
crooked smirk.

“Maxwell. Forgot how to write a letter?” Wufei inquired,
crooked smirk fixed in place. “You certainly didn’t forget how
to train random animals to deliver said letter.”

“What, Yoshi?” Duo laughed in delight, throwing his arms
around both Wufei and Heero, spinning them both around before
his grip went lax. He left his arms across their shoulders
and, for once, they didn’t knock his elbows off.

“Please tell me you didn’t name your owl after a video game
dinosaur.” Wufei’s tone, however, displayed all the intentions
of teasing in Wufei’s normal manner.

“Of course I didn’t! It just sounded like a good name at the
time.” Duo’s amethyst eyes twinkled merrily, expressed with a
higher meaning. “And I didn’t train Yoshi,” Duo continued in
good humor. “Yoshi’s just a smart owl.” The grin faded
somewhat, and Duo stared at them with a blank smile on his
face, something... dimming in his eyes.

“It’s good to see you guys again.”

“As is the same for you, Duo,” Wufei intoned meaningfully, all
of their worry forced into that one formal statement. Heero,
silent as ever, let his relief show by the warmth on his face.

Trowa, finally tearing himself away from the brightly smiling
blonde, nodded once before clasping onto Quatre’s hand,
holding on like he was trying to prevent Quatre from
disappearing again.

“I see you guys have met Harry, then?” Quatre smiled softly,
tilting his head towards the boy apart from them. “Harry, this
is Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton, and Chang Wufei, our friends.”

Eyeing Wufei’s drawn gun hanging limply at his side, Duo noted
drily, “I think they’ve met, Quat.”

“Astute regard, Duo,” the blonde said lightly, “but I was
meaning that as a friendly overture instead of an oblivious
observation.”

“I see your point,” the braided-boy replied in a tone that
matched Quatre’s lightness.

“Pleased to meet you,” the boy Quatre and Duo introduced as
Harry Potter said pleasantly to the people he didn’t know, not
to be outdone. He eyed Wufei for a moment before he said,
“Bugger. Duo, I owe you five Galleons.”

The chestnut-haired boy laughed. “See? See, didn’t I tell you?
And you said I was exaggerating!”

The Chinaman sighed and seemed to resist the urge to tug on
his ponytail in frustration. “Like clockwork, Maxwell has
managed to cause wariness and paranoia within the first five
minutes of our meeting him again.”

Trowa’s Look said ‘What, and you expected different?’

The raven-haired youth snorted. “I thought the thing with
Malfoy and Quatre was pure coincidence. Now I’m starting to
think this is one giant conspiracy dedicated to milking my
bank account.” Nonetheless, he handed Duo five, glittering
gold coins. “I think Cho will forgive you after she sees him.”

Duo whooped loudly, laughing. “All right! At this rate I’ll be
rich by the end of the year!” He pocketed the coins, his eyes
twinkling mischievously as he offered, “I bet you five
Galleons that within four months, Vice Foreign Minister
Dorlian will find Hogwarts screaming for Heero.”

“Vice Foreign Minister...” Potter’s left eye ticked in want to
take Duo up for that, but the internal war ended in mere
second, and he managed to turn down the bet.

“You should have taken it.” Wufei said, scowling at the memory
of the young Vice Minister. “That woman hasn’t been around to
do that in a very long, very peacefully satisfying while.”

Duo snickered. “Because she’s been too busy. Trust me, it
won’t last.”

Heero, always ready with a response, snorted disdainfully and
refused to comment on the matter any further. This became an
unspoken agreement between the five other boys, as the
thunderous expression Heero was sure he pasted across his face
was enough to force wild animals to back off and let him do
his business.

“Ah! There it is!” Duo said loudly, drawing Heero’s look. He
pointed. “Nee, Hee-chan, can you hand me that?”

The object Duo mentioned in his letter. the Japanese pilot of
01 Wing Zero glanced at the lone “stick” protruding slightly
from between the cushions of the chair he was standing in
front of. A peculiar feeling shivered up his spine and,
curiously, he wrapped his hand around the handle...

The couch burst into flames. Heero, his soldier senses having
gone off only seconds before, jerked away before he could be
scorched, bringing the stick-esque object with him.

The couch went into ashes before anyone could do anything
about it. Shaken inwardly, Heero calmly handed the wide-eyed
pilot his stick. Apparently Duo hadn’t expected the response
the object had to Heero, for the violet-eyed boy stared at
Heero longer than was comfortable. The Japanese pilot didn’t
even blink.

“Maxwell...” Wufei breathed in, and Heero noted the peculiar
lack of smoke fumes. He tilted his head to the side in a
silent query.

“I suspected, but...” the American murmured in amazement.
“That was so cooool.”

Potter, in all of the suddenness of the situation, seemed
incredibly excited about something. He thrust his own stick
into Quatre’s hand, saying, “Here, swish it!” before the
blonde questioningly complied, bringing a wave of small
fireworks from the tip.

“We didn’t think!-“ the boy exclaimed, turning to Duo, telling
him, “Test, um, Trowa, and-here, Wufei.” The instrument of
fire-based lighting was shoved into the Chinese boy’s hands;
Heero guessed that a spark could have set the fire aflame...
but so fast? Not possible unless the couch was doused with
liberal amounts of flammable liquids, to which Heero doubted
due to the lack of smell in the air. The material wasn’t very
different from any other couch...

Wufei shared a baffled glance with Trowa before,
synchronously, they twitched their given “sticks” in the air.
On one side of the room a vase exploded while, on the other, a
huge, faded tapestry shriveled and shrunk into a hot pink
warthog... with purple spots.

Wufei allowed the blonde pilot the time to slip the wand from
his grip, the Chinaman staring at the purple-polka-dotted
warthog squealing loudly in the corner. “That’s not possible.”

“But apparently completely doable,” Trowa pointed out frankly,
peering passed the Chinese boy to glance at his ‘impossible’
miracle. “A warthog, Wufei?”

“A girly warthog,” Wufei snorted in aversion.

“Duo...” the boy in the glasses said, grinning as the braided
boy made a squeal of delight when a sudden dawning realization
fell upon him.

“Magic...” Quatre said in awe, staring at the object he
received from the disgusted Chinese youth.

“Magic?” came out of Heero’s mouth before he could stop it,
blinking once in reaction.

“Magic.” Trowa seemed to easily take this statement for true,
and Heero didn’t blame him-the word had, in fact, come from
Quatre’s mouth.

“Magic!” Incredulity was dripping from Wufei’s surprised
statement. The Chinese boy fell back into one of the fluffy
purple chairs, looking severely disgruntled.

“What is there, an echo in here?” Duo bounced, laughing loudly
as he took the object in Trowa’s hand back. “Magic! Swish and
flick! Wingardium Leviosa!”

Wufei, sensing something, jumped out of the chair before it
could take him into the air with it. “Maxwell!”

“This is so amazing!” Quatre murmured, still in a state of
shock. Suspicion cleared his amazement, hardening his eyes
slightly as he narrowed a gaze on his fellow pilots. “And more
than slightly dubious.”

Duo instantly sobered, eyeing his companion with an air of
agreement. He had time to tell the other pilots, “We’ve got
trouble” before he turned toward the hanging tapestry Potter
had come from, smiling widely as the four Gundam pilots
immediately tensed.

“Hey, Albus and company. Come to meet our friends?”

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